A Field of Sunflowers

A Seed Head

Once more I stand in awe
curving away seeming to fall,
row on row of polished stones,
a beauty reflected, wind honed

There in the distance I must go
a spiral path of seeded cobbles so.
The stones seem to grow larger,
as I walk with the greatest care

What’s this I see at the end,
there green triangles wait for me
Then waving bright as the sun,
large yellow banners one by one

In the distance I hear a gun,
a beautiful man, dying in the sun
Scattering paints of lovers dreams,
canvas split in fields of green

I must fly now to another flower
this is the world’s terrible hour
No more will he paint in vain,
a one eared mans love has taken him….
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The Bee all and end all, of all legends
Handed down by many Bees
Is this story true, as their legends say?.
Did we lose a lovely artist this way.